Scholar’s Advanced Technological System
Chapter 1422: Mysterious letter
Latest website: Many years later, when I think of that day, Professor Gilbert still can't help but be enchanted.
Almost.
It's just a little bit worse.
His mentor almost became Darwin in the new century and Mendel in the archeological field, and he almost became an apprentice to the archeologist of the new era, and he joined the mentor to dominate the entire archeology department of Oxford University.
Professor Gilbert has thought about this more than once. If it wasn't for the leather shoes flying to the podium that made the elderly Professor Fernall look too embarrassed, would history be another look ...
Although fists are sometimes part of academic discussions, it is a bit unfair for an old man to fight with young people.
Earth, North Sea Union, England, suburb of Oxford.
Professor Gilbert with reading glasses in an old mansion with a history of about eighty or ninety years is muttering.
"Logic, logic ... These idiots hang logic on their lips every day, but they haven't considered their own logic is a shit! Besides, is scientific research about evidence or the **** in these guys' heads?"
"Does science rely on mainstream ideas? Does science have the concept of 'mainstream'? **** is on the top. This is the 22nd century. I thought I lived in the Middle Ages! It ’s true that the more you live, the more you go back!"
"Look at their arguments against me, I'll just find one out. There, this guy named Peterson, right, don't laugh when I read ..."
"We all have to admit that a species wants to grow into a planetary civilization overlord. At the very least, it should have an average intelligence level close to that of humans, but such intelligence has hardware requirements. I don't know what it is elsewhere, but in The earth ’s name is myelin sheath. At present, cockroaches have a typical primitive nervous system. Even if the Martians do n’t know the myelin sheath, they should bring their own proprietary artifacts, but the reality is obviously illogical ... ”
As if reading a joke, Professor Gilbert snorted his nose. Although it made others not laugh, he laughed first.
"Look at what he said, it seems that the universe is the back garden of his house. The specimens and rocks that my instructor dug out from the Olympus Crater are not as good as the dogtail grass he planted in his backyard."
"Until now, we are still ignorant of the situation more than three billion years ago. Just by reasoning through a limited amount of fossil samples, he can be sure that those Martians have exactly the same cockroaches on Earth. ' Primitive nervous system? Are they even sure that there must be no neurological structure in the nervous system that is better than myelin sheath or can replace it? Or is this what the idiot sees in his own backyard is the whole of the universe? God ... is there a more idealistic and arrogant argument than this? When did myelin sheath become the most perfect organization in the universe? "
"The most ridiculous thing is that at least a species with a level close to human intelligence can become a planetary overlord ... when did humanity become a unit to measure the universe ... and we all have to admit that this is a mentally retarded joke. This mentally retarded is How did you get into our campus? "
Taking a deep breath, Professor Gilbert calmed his breath, but soon became irritable again.
"Simply put, they seem to be incomprehensible, but if your dissertation is different from what they think in their mind, they will insult your dissertation as science fiction. The most hateful thing is when they are beaten , It will happen as if nothing happened, let alone be responsible for it. "
"But would I take them to heart? Such stupid people are just a bunch of brainless stings, not even as good as the old-fashioned repeater I still have in the storeroom! They neither understand science nor science fiction. Pretending to be shit, being alive is an insult to evolution! "
Standing next to Professor Gilbert, Dr. Leonard, in his early thirties, looked at the dreadful dad.
"……dad?"
"what happened?"
"I feel like you actually care ..."
Professor Gilbert said blankly.
"No, that's your illusion."
The tone eased a little, and Professor Gilbert, who calmed down, looked at his son and continued.
"Professor Peterson's thesis is set aside for a moment ... By the way, you have been a member of the archaeology department of the long-established Oxford University since this year. Go and buy yourself a decent suit. Tomorrow is the first in your life. Class, don't humiliate the Vernal school. "
Hearing this sentence, Leonard's face couldn't help but a bright smile, and the corner of his mouth evoked a confident arc.
"Relax, Dad, I definitely won't--"
"... Also, let's talk about the rent," coughed, and Professor Gilbert interrupted his son's confident speech, looking away. "You have a job now, and pay me 1,000 credits a month That's fine. "
Leonard, who was also confident before, suddenly freezes the smile on his face, and is finally replaced by a helpless expression.
"... Sometimes I can't help wondering whether I was your son or you picked it up."
"Don't doubt, you are my son, and self-reliance is the ancestral teaching of our family. I hope you keep this in mind. Go, don't bother me here. We were already married and established in our 30s Now, you should learn to grow up. "
Professor Gilbert waved his hand impatiently, picked up the reading glasses from the table, and brought them back.
Leonard made a helpless expression, shrugging his shoulders and walking out of the room.
...
Professor Gilbert is definitely a stranger at Oxford University.
One is because his teacher is the old and stubborn Professor Fernal, known as the "Dr. Cockroach", and the other is that he offends many people because of his unreasonable behavior.
Whether it is a student or a colleague, it is difficult to find someone who likes this old guy.
As his son, Leonard had to admit that his father sometimes did a little too much, and even used him as a negative textbook to remind himself.
However, even so, he can still understand why his father became like this.
When a person is in an extreme environment and is regarded as alien by everyone in this environment, either he will go to the end of paranoia or choose to be assimilated by the environment. There is almost no third option.
Obviously, his father made the choices very much like the people of that era, and was really proud of his status as an "academic". He defended his doctrine as honor and defended it from time to time. Translation cavity, hanging what Professor Lu said.
In this day and age, there are not many such cute old men ...
It has been a year since joining the Department of Archaeology at Oxford University and becoming a glorious in-service professor. The suit I bought that day was worn out, and Leonard was almost used to living as a professor.
He has just gone to Pan-Asian Cooperation to attend an academic conference. Before going home, he plans to go to Oxford University to report on the progress of the conference and his work since that time.
However, when he first arrived at the school, he was there because of everything in front of him.
I saw a yellow cordon outside the teaching building of the Department of Archeology. Two blessed policemen were standing nearby, communicating with the bionics police officers after the investigation, and reporting the situation to the headquarters.
Hurrying forward to one of the policemen, Professor Leonard asked with a frown.
"what happened?"
With an impatient look, the policeman made two strokes on the translucent holographic panel and replied formulaically.
"A professor died suddenly at the briefing. According to our forensic evaluation, it was initially determined that the cause of death was a heart attack."
With a bad feeling in his heart, Leonard swallowed nervously and asked with a trembling voice.
"That professor's name is ..."
The policeman glanced at him.
"Gilbert, do you know him?"
The heart sank into the valley for a moment.
The moment he heard the name, Leonard felt a spin in his head.
At this time, a professor in a large gray trench coat walked out of the college building.
After seeing Professor Leonard standing outside the cordon, he seemed to think of something and suddenly changed his mind and went straight to this side.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Leonard ... your father is a great scholar."
Like an old friend for many years, Professor Peterson could not help but give Professor Leonard a hug, and then patted him on the shoulder and said with a pained expression.
"We are all very sad about this happening ... Please be grateful."
Leonard slowly returned to his thoughts, his eyes staring blankly at Professor Peterson.
Soon, his pupils contracted and he recognized the face.
Ravenger Peterson!
The Fernals' most loyal ... opponents!
In his impression, this guy sang contradiction with his father more than once at the lecture and did not have the demeanour of being a scholar. He always obstructed the lecture in a clumsy way. The last time was him Annoyed father until hospitalization.
Thinking of talking on the phone yesterday, his father told him that there is a very important report today ...
Looking at the pile of meeting notes sandwiched under Professor Peterson's elbow, he seemed to understand something for a moment.
"You guy ..."
An unknown flame suddenly rushed into his head, Leonard rushed forward, raised his fist and tried to punch him.
However, the punch did not strike Professor Peterson. The bionic police officer standing next to him grabbed his fist with jealous hands, and the other two police officers responded and quickly controlled him.
"What do you want to do? Stop it!"
The bionic person reminded with a mild electronic voice: "Citizen, please stop illegal behavior."
Looking at the situation in front of him, Professor Peterson opened his mouth, made a surprised expression, opened his arms, and seemed to be confused about the situation in front of him.
"... What's wrong with you? Mr. Leonard ... You seem to be out of control, but I don't know where I offended you."
"It's you!" Gritting his teeth, Professor Leonard stared at him deadly, a sentence squeezed out of his teeth. "You did it on purpose ..."
"Is it? On purpose? What do you want to say about me? Or ... what do you want to accuse me of?"
Hearing the word accusation, Leonard calmed down for a moment.
According to the Beihai Union's civil law, if he charges him here, it means that he must be responsible for his words, and the other party can also use this as evidence to counterclaim.
As for the audio and video, the bionic man with the police next to him recorded all the legal evidence that can be taken out in court. It can be said that if he acts excessively, the situation will be very unfavorable to him.
Looking at Professor Leonard who had calmed down, Professor Peterson's face had a smile on his face.
"Let's get started, Mr. Leonard, I admit that I do oppose your father on an academic point of view, but expressing my opinion is my academic freedom ..."
When he got to Professor Leonard, Peterson smiled vaguely and said softly.
"Even if you give me another chance, I will tell him in front of him that his dissertation is a **** and has no research value."
The bionic auxiliary policeman's pupil flashed blue light slightly, and Kai He's lips made a soft but unquestionable sound.
"Please step back, citizen, your remarks are stimulating the emotions of the person being controlled. If you continue to act provocatively, this will be your unfavorable evidence in court."
"Okay, I confess my mistakes, I apologize, I'm very, very sorry," Professor Peterson hurriedly backed with open arms, and looked at Professor Leonard glaring at himself, slightly indecisively Bowed.
"I wish you a happy day ..."
"So, I'm leaving."
...
Heavy rain washed the street.
From night to time, thunder thundered from time to time.
After just attending his father's funeral, Professor Leonard came down from the car and closed the door behind him.
Facing the alarm bell ringing haphazardly, with a somber look, he didn't use an umbrella or run, so he left the rain on his face, walked through the front yard, and went home.
There was a musty smell in the room.
That is the unique smell of wooden and leather furniture that was common in the last era, and it is difficult to completely eliminate it no matter how many times it is cleaned.
At this time, a general type 1 housekeeping bionic person with a height of about 1.7 meters and a facial contour not obvious, walked to the entrance and stopped.
After recognizing Leonard's features through the eye camera, he said in a soft voice.
"Welcome home, Master Leonard. You look like it's raining. Do you need me to dry your clothes and put bath water in the bathtub before dinner?"
"To shut up."
"Ok."
As the only smart device in this dilapidated home, after receiving the owner's order, the bionic person still kept an abstract smile and stayed quietly aside.
I have to say that there is a penny for a penny. This kind of bionics produced on the low-end industry chain is not only clumsy, but the bionics project is a mess. You can even dress up with the Valley of Terror effect and send it It was scary in the haunted house.
Without looking at the abstract smile, Leonard walked to the refrigerator with a somber face, took a bottle of beer, and returned to his room.
Compared to the post-modernist apartments and high-rise flats in the city, his ancestral house in the suburbs was bought by his father when he was young, and it has been many years since today.
Although after a few breaks, the old house is an old house after all, as long as the solid wooden floor is old, no matter how it is remodeled, it will still make a frustrating noise.
His father has been stubbornly reluctant to accept new things.
Even now that holographic technology has spread to every aspect of his life, he still stubbornly uses a tablet to work and write a thesis, as if he could see something tangible to give him a sense of security.
Even the bionic robot took a lot of effort before he succeeded in persuading his father to allow him to buy at home.
Sometimes he thinks that he is also in his 30s, and it is time to move out of this house. In fact, he was thinking about it until yesterday.
However, it seems that it is no longer necessary to consider this problem. His father has left and only one person is left in the house.
Not only that ...
Those guys weren't just going to take his father's life, they were going to take away the Vernalism he spent a lifetime to run and maintain, and take away everything including his office and classroom ...
"I will make you pay ..."
Thinking of Professor Peterson's high-toed face, and the sneer that roused from the corner of the mouth when the head of the Department of Archaeology at Oxford University announced to him, his heart was tingling like a knife.
"……all of you."
Sitting in front of the holographic projection screen, Leonard's fist pinched.
Just when his mood had reached its peak, his account inbox on the LSPM website suddenly popped up with a red bubble.
It seems that the research direction he is tracking seems to have a new "dynamic".
Although it wasn't the time to care about these, but out of subconscious reaction, he opened the reminder.
However, the moment he saw that dynamic, the whole person was there.
The author who published this post claimed to be a miner at Siddell Mining and an amateur meteorite culture enthusiast.
In one of the company's newly excavated veins, the amateur of meteorite culture found many clues suspected of the relics of Mars civilization and took pictures of these clues.
Because this mineral vein is only 20 kilometers away from Tiangong City, it is located in a canyon and is very close to the ruins of Hell's Gate. Therefore, the lover of meteorite culture made a bold guess, the clue found in this canyon Probably buried the truth about the collapse of the gate of **** a century ago ...
Although most of the replies below this post are not friendly towards the poster, and they are mostly mocking, Leonard is different.
Door of hell!
Most people may not catch a cold on this word, but he is different.
His father's mentor, when he was not even a cell, had once traveled to Mars as a "message" of human civilization, and was the witness of that great earthquake.
As the only surviving disciple of the Vernal school, he is more convinced than anyone else that there must be a huge secret in the ruins, and that earthquake must be more than just an earthquake.
Just then, Professor Peterson's airy face came to his mind, causing him to cluck his teeth unconsciously.
It was also at this moment that a crazy idea suddenly burst out of his mind.
No longer hesitating, he put his hands on the table, the holographic keyboard woven from holographic images and motion capture cameras.
[Hello, I saw the news you posted on the LSPM forum just now. Could you please talk a bit? 】
Hit the send button.
Professor Leonard took a deep breath ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Tear off the neck soaked with rain and left it on the sofa aside.
Just as he was thinking about looking for a towel to wipe his wet hair, a reminder of a reply popped up in the lower right corner of the screen.
"... is the poster on Earth?"
And most of them are netizens of the North Sea Alliance or the Iberian-French Federation ...
A surprised expression appeared on his face. Leonard apparently did not expect the other party to reply so quickly, and clicked the reminder pop-up window with his right hand.
Soon, a line of text was projected in front of him.
[Are you interested in that ruin? 】
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